A/N: WOOO WE'RE GOING PLACES

YEAH

Anyways, this chapter should wrap up Chapter 1- and then begins everything else! Woo! It's short, but that's because I'm tired. Sorry.

Super special thanks to RainFlight31039 and Dancing-Ink-Demon for reviewing! It makes me unbelieveably happy to see your reviews- all of you. So thanks!

Enjoy.

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Joey shoved the cog onto its pedestal, watching the light above it flicker on- the final light.

He'd already gathered the other things- his book had been in the break room, the inkwell had been in the room next to Henry's desk…

The break room had looked the same, thankfully. Upon finding his book, he had flipped it open- and froze, remembering flashes of what he'd written back then. Now, thoughts like the ones he'd written down seemed almost childish. He kept flipping through, but eventually just shut it and tossed it in his bag.

Now, though, all he had to do was turn the valve for the ink pressure- and then the main power for the machine should turn on. He left the room, leaving the crowbar there as he went through the maze of hallways that made up the studio.

Honestly, turning on the machine was a terrible idea- but maybe, just maybe- it might revive the cartoon wolf strapped to the table.. if he'd ever been alive in the first place.

But it was insane- he was completely made of ink. And yet, even…dead, his form still stayed in one piece. What was holding him together?

What had happened while he'd been gone?

As the was walking down the hallway to the ink pressure, a Bendy cutout poked its head around the corner- causing the former animator to freeze- before pulling itself back into place. After waiting a moment, Joey continued walking- and glared at the cutout that was sitting there, innocently.

And then the projector flashed on.

He stopped, watching the little loop animation of the Dancing Demon shine on the wall, whistling ringing through the room, before looking around the projector… but nobody was there.

Now he wasn't certain, but Joey was pretty sure bankruptcy on its own didn't cause weird events like this.

He turned the valve, and ink began pouring into the room. Joey frowned as his shoes got covered, coated in ink… thankfully, they weren't clothes he was fond of or anything.

But the wet shoes thing was going to be a problem.

He shuffled across the room, ink sloshing around as he made his way back onto higher ground. Another recording came to mind, one he'd found while looking for the various items…

"At this point, the company's as good as gone. The animations sure aren't being finished on time anymore, and then there's the machine. It's noisy, it's messy, and who needs that much ink anyway? Also, get this- Henry had each one of us donate something from our workstations. We put them on these little pedestals in the break room. Said it was something to keep…something in one piece. He's been getting more and more stressed out lately- wouldn't be surprised if he's losing it. He's the one writing the checks now, though. But I tell you what, if one more of these pipes burst, I'm outta here."

As Joey made his way back to the main hall, he heard clanging in the distance- banging…

Soon, he was back in front of the switch for the main power- which now had a little flashing READY next to it. Slowly, he pulled the switch.

The lights in the room turned on. The pipes began groaning- and the panel next to the switch read WORKING. After a moment, he headed towards the room with Boris- the pipes in front of the table were leaking, but nothing else had changed… Joey's eye caught the sight of a pipe behind the table, which seemed to be completely off- and he sighed.

Looks like another trip around the inconvenient pipe was in order…

He was soon stepping over it, and turned the corner-

And froze.

The doorway had been halfway boarded up… undoubtedly, that was the banging noises he'd heard earlier. Someone had been putting the boards up- but who? And why?

Curious, Joey walked closer-

And fell on his back with a screech as something,something covered in ink jumped up and clawed at his face.

He sat up, and looked back- but the thing was gone- replaced by a flood of ink that was falling over the doorway, and into the hall.

He found himself tripping over the pipe and down the hall.

He didn't care what was going to happen to the place at the moment- instead, he booked it for the exit. The amount of ink pouring from the pipes and ceiling wasn't just concerning- no, it was practically flooding. The place might be completely under in a few minutes.

And drowning by ink wasn't the way Joey wanted to go.

As he ran, gates began slamming shut- cutting off all other options. Warning bells went off in his head-he was being corralled to the exit. Not a good sign, but if that thing wanted him out, he wasn't going to argue.

He didn't feel much like arguing at the moment anyway.

Boards fell from the ceiling as the ink went from a tiny layer to almost mid-calf in seconds. Joey found himself in the main room, a sign above happily pointing to the EXIT- he turned the corner, the door was open the light shone through-

The little voice managed to whisper-it's too easy, this is a trap-

And then the floor collapsed.

He yelped as his feet sunk through- and then he was falling-

Thud.

Everything flashed white for a minute, as his head clipped the floor. Soon, though, the feeling of ink pouring onto him forced Joey to move- and he stood, moving away from the opening that was filled with ink… ink that was not flooding this area any more than it already had. He looked up- but it was only small streams of ink…

He shook his head. That was an issue he could deal with later, if he had to deal with it at all. He looked around, taking in the room- and seeing a tape sitting on a shelf across the room. He waded through the ink- it was waist high- before pressing play.

"It's dark, and it's cold, and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Whoever thought these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot. But the real worst part about all this… are them noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on its last legs. Make no mistake, this place… this…. machine… heck, this whole darn thing… it just isn't natural."

Slowly, Joey picked his way to the valve across the room and turned it- causing the ink to drain. The room cleared, and soon he found himself walking downstairs. A light on the stairwell flashed over a DANGER- KEEP OUT sign

Maybe they should have just put one of those on the front door, Joey thought to himself.

He kept turning valves, kept going deeper and deeper… Soon, though, he found himself in a room where the next exit was boarded the wall someone had written THE CREATOR LIED TO US.

Once again, Joey found chills going down his back.

He looked around a little more, finding an axe sitting on a workbench to the left. He took it, looking it over for a moment, and then looked at the boarded up doorway.

Convenient.

Soon he had hacked his way through the numerous boards through the next hall. They were everywhere- scattered, filling the hall. But they weren't all put up- which led Joey to believe that whoever had started putting the boards up had to stop midway.

Why would they stop?

Finally, he cleared the boards off a door at the end of the hall. He pulled it open-

And gripped the handle as the room shuddered.

Earthquake was the first thing that came to mind- but it didn't stop. He pulled himself into the room, slowly, noticing the pentagram on the floor, the candles around it, were those really coffins-

He found himself stepping onto the pentagram.

A flash, an image came to mind- the ink machine. He froze, but another image flashed- a chair- and suddenly he found it hard to breathe, and with another flash- the thing-

Everything went black, and Joey collapsed on the pentagram.

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A/N: h e h

All changes are deliberate- just want you to know… and for the record, I am already enjoying this immensely.

Yeah, there's already a few changes- which are gonna snowball as time goes on. Shit's going out the window, and I've got a grand many ideas…

I've even got several endings ready, but Chapter 5 is probably gonna make me toss them all out the window.. Don't worry- this entire story's probably gonna get re-edited when Chapter 5 comes out. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully.

(*cue angry shouts of Junko Enoshima in the distance*)

I am having trouble making this a longer chapter… eugh. time for filler shit i guess. buckle up kiddos we've got bullshit coming up ahead

For the record- Joey has a shoulder bag in this story. For ease of explaining things and whatnot. Because I doubt he'd want to shove a ton of hearts in his pockets, or just hold them casually. (hey puppet man if you're reading this how the hell DOES henry hold all those damn items? do they just ominously float behind him as he walks?)

Next chapter- We begin the bullshit anew, in Chapter 2! (Ha, that rhymed! I didn't even mean to do that wow)